Chapter 128

Yet, I couldn't detect any indication of worry or concern in Bruce's demeanor. Both his expression and gaze remained as impassive as ever. Even if he was skilled at concealing his emotions and was genuinely concerned about me, I couldn't help but think it was solely driven by his apprehension that his meticulously crafted plan would crumble without me, a crucial pawn in his game. Although the outcome of this competition had already been decided, my continued partnership with Roeval meant that I needed to maintain a cordial relationship with our financial backer. After composing myself, I exchanged a glance with Jonah before limping toward Bruce with my swollen ankle. "Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Harold?" I asked formally, trying my best to suppress the discomfort in my chest. When he heard that, Bruce's profound gaze gradually lowered, eventually coming to a stop at the hem of my trousers. After that, he indifferently remarked, "It seems like your injury is quite se